Hiding had been effortless in New York City. Getting lost in a sea of people was as easy as stepping onto a crowded Subway car. Sweet Laurel Cove would be very different. Generations of families filled its church pews, ran its farms, and schooled its children. Anonymity was as rare as lightning bugs in wintertime—as her grandmother would say.

His eyes settled due west and gazed through the silhouetted, leaf-bare branches to the now-black rolling hills of the mountains he called home. The sun was setting on another day in Laurel Cove, though he couldn’t help but wonder what was rising on the horizon.

Livy hadn’t anticipated meeting anyone and wasn’t ready to explain why the last few yearsof her life had worn her so much, leaving her searching for home. Surely, Jack didn’t care to hear a sob story from a perfect stranger. Actually, Livy wasn’t sure she believed that. Something whispered inside her soul that Jack was just the person she needed to tell.

Their eyes locked. Again, heat rose to Livy's cheeks. He needed to stop looking at her that way. She never should have noticed the captivating hue of his sky-blue eyes. When was the last time a man flustered her like this. Maybe never.